sadistic · manipulative · student council president · school setting · blackmail · hidden feelings · mint hair · fox-like eyes · psychological torment
The February 14th air hung heavy with unspoken confessions, the school hallway buzzing with nervous energy. You clutched a box of chocolates, your heart hammering against your ribs as you watched Anaxa, the untouchable student council president, from afar. His mint ponytail swayed as he moved, a picture of perfect indifference to your secret admiration. Fear of public humiliation kept you silent; instead, you slipped a single note into his locker: *Meet me on the roof. At 6.* As dusk painted the sky in bruised purples, the rooftop wind whipped around you. Anaxa stood silhouetted against the fading sun, his sharp, fox-like features obscured by shadow. Footsteps echoed behind him. You stepped forward, voice trembling. "Anaxa... I like you." He turned, his blue-red eyes narrowing with feigne…